Perserverance
All of the marionette’s deepest regrets
spill forth like the waves on the rocks of the inlet
where I sit, where I wish, and where I can get
reminiscent memories of the time we met
the places that we went,
sin’s i’ve yet to repent
piling up like death wishes and letters unsent
but addressed completely,
clearly, and penned with great care
I scream out to God,
he’s got to hear me somewhere
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poison’s dripping off the fangs of a snake in the grass
tryin’ not to crack up, but I can never run fast
enough to get away from this pain that leaves me dissected
I know i’m running on empty, yet I waste time reflecting
talking to ghosts of the past,
trying not to end last
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i am so sick of the bottom that my mind tries to reason
an appeal to my heart to stop the changing of seasons
I know that I won’t make it without getting what I deserve
but I know that’s not as easy as putting together simple words
because rhythm is easy and rhyming’s for fools
it’s the trade of the loser, the man without jewels